Waiting for a sign that never came. Waiting, pinching nerves to stay sane. Denise, can't erase the time, forget the past. Knowing good times come and go so fast.
These four walls and late nights brooding. Never changing, never moving. It seems, it seems momentum's at a crawl. . The ants are in the kitchen. The mice are in the walls.
So this is who I become when You leave me to myself. A burned up, hollow, angry, empty shell. An actor on a barren stage and even keel with unchanneled rage.
Day after day after day you live in your misconceptions. 'Cause our actions don't speak as loud as our words. It hurts, my friend, can I help you understand?.